Made by Løser!

TW: angst, crying, breakup

i recommend listening to the song while reading. owo

Tears hit the picture box that was held in Virgil's hands, and his heart. He decided to go through it after all of these years.

“Somedays I don't wanna remember your face, but somehow I keep all of your pictures in place...”

He slowly opened the box and picked up the first photo. It was of him and Roman, when they first got together. Nothing too special to someone..well, anyone other than Virgil.

“When I couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, you'd pull the world right off my back and put it in your hand..”

That photo was taken on prom night, when they were getting to know each other better. Roman was learning about him, and vice versa. He remembered how Roman would always try to calm him down when it was needed. Looking through these photos pained him so much but he loved it at the same time. It was his drug, looking at these photos.

“I'm out of order, without a quarter of you.”

His vision became blurry as his eyes stung with tears for the millionth time that night. He set that photo down and processed it for a moment.

“I'm out of order, without a quarter of you..and I wanna fall asleep, forget everything, but I can't even dream without you..”

He sighed with shaky hands, craving the warm touch of his ex. The only one who could comfort him, up until the very end.

“Im out of order without a quarter of you.”

He reached for another photo. This one was Roman holding Virgil bridal style outside of their brand new house. They had just gotten out of college. That home held so many amazing memories that Virgil just..wanted back. He had moved when Roman left because he couldn't stand the nostalgia it gave him. It made him feel sickly upset but happy at the same time.

“Somedays I don't wanna remember our road, but somehow my legs lead me to circle our home...”

He sniffled, gripping the picture in his hand tightly. The amount of tears that were dripping down his cheeks could've been used to drown him, and he wished they did.

“When I couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, you'd pull the world right off my back..and put it in your hand...”

He let out a soft sob, one that truly came from the soul. He was alone. No one spoke to him anymore. He was forgotten, and everyone he used to know became entirely different people. It's like their old selves just..died.

“I'm out of order, without a quarter of you.”

With great hesitation he pulled his lighter out of his back pocket and held the picture up. He lit the lighter and put it to the corner of the photo.

“I'm out of order, without a quarter of you..and I wanna fall asleep, forget everything, but I can't even dream without you..”

He set fire to the picture and cried violently, the small flame causing him to squint. He watched it burn slowly.

“...i'm out of order...without a..quarter of you..”

Virgil watched it burn until it was no more, and brushed the ashes off of his lap. “...p-please..c-come..come back....” he sobbed quietly.